Chapter 1168

"Meow ~"

The ugly duckling, who was a little afraid, immediately yelled at ah Zi, shook his head and showed his teeth, not to mention how loud he was.

"Hoo." Purple some angry vomited a breath, but looked at Amy and shrunk his head, dare not make a mistake.

"However, when it grows up, it can consider sharing with you." Amy thought, "but not too much."

"Meow?" Ugly duckling eyes, it seems to find that things are not simple.

"Ouch!" Purple seems to understand Amy's words, happy to look up and roar, full of expectation staring at the ugly duckling.

"Well, let's go to Eisenberg first. Although it's not far away, we need to find the best forger there." MEG and violet waved, took Amy's little hand and walked along the valley towards Eisen iron fort.

Ah Zi flapped her wings and flew away from the canyon where people often passed.

Eisen iron fort is not far in the air, but in order to prevent being found, ah Zi still stops more than ten miles away. It will take a lot of time to walk all the way.

Amy was tired soon after she left. MEG picked her up, threw the duckling in his travel bag behind him, and walked towards the steel fortress between the mountains in the distance.

When McGonagall was considering whether to rent a bicycle from the system, there was a sound of horse hooves and wheels behind him. McGonagall went to the side of the road to avoid, but the motorcade stopped beside him.

"Hello, are you going to Eisenberg? Look at you and your children. Do you need us to give you a ride? " On the first carriage, a middle-aged man dressed as a businessman looks at MEG and asks. His eyes stop for a while at Amy who has fallen asleep in Meg's arms.

In such cold weather, this guy doesn't know what he thinks. He even takes his child to walk outside. If he goes to Eisenberg, the child will be frozen.

McGonagall took a look at the motorcade. There were more than a dozen carriages. They were full of goods and the drivers were all human beings. It seemed that they were merchants from lodu. The chubby middle-aged man who said hello to them should be the owner of the motorcade. His skin was dark and he looked very kind. He also said with a smile, "if you can, I'll be tired of that. "

"All right, come on up, the car is burning charcoal, warm, don't let the children freeze." Godala laughs brightly and lifts the heavy curtain to signal MEG to get on.

MEG got on the carriage with Amy in his arms. The warm air came to his face, and the cold was completely isolated from the outside.

The interior of the carriage is very wide. Near the rear, there is a simple bed which can be unfolded. It should be the place where the businessman usually sleeps. There is an iron basin in the middle of the carriage, which is burning charcoal. There is a small iron frame on the top of the basin, which is baking a chicken. The carriage is full of the smell of roast chicken.

"Roast chicken?" As soon as McGonagall sat down, Amy woke up to smell the smell, poked her head out of McGonagall's arms and fixed her eyes on the roast chicken on the grill.

"This is not our roast chicken." McGonagall said with a helpless smile that the little guy didn't forget to roast chicken when he was sleeping,

"Not ours?" Amy looked around. Why did he come to this place after a short sleep? Looking at MEG strangely, he asked, "father, have we arrived yet?"

"Not yet. The kind uncle said he would give us a ride, so we got into his carriage." MEG shook his head.

"Oh." Amy nodded thoughtfully, then looked up at godala and gave a sweet smile. "Uncle, is this roast chicken yours? Can I have a bite? "

"What a lovely little girl." Godala looked at Amy, his eyes brightened, and he smilingly picked up the roast chicken, handed it to Amy, and said, "eat it, eat two of it."

"Amy, don't eat other people's food. Uncle may not have eaten himself." MEG looked at Amy, who was going to reach for the roast chicken, shaking his head.

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, how much food a child can eat in one or two bites, let her eat first, and I'll eat the rest." Godala waved her hand with a smile. The little girl looks crystal clear. It's really lovely. It doesn't matter if you give her a bite or two first.

"Father, you see, my uncle says it doesn't matter." Amy drew back her hand and looked at the roast chicken, and then at MEG road.

"This..." McGonagall pondered for a while. Seeing that godala really didn't mind, he nodded and said, "only one bite."

"Well." Amy nodded happily, then reached out and pulled out a big drumstick from the roast chicken. With a big mouth, she stuffed a whole drumstick into her mouth, chewed it, spit out a whole drumstick bone, then swallowed it, nodded contentedly, "although it's not as good as my father's, it's very delicious."

"This..." godala looked at Amy, who ate a drumstick in one bite. He was stunned. After a while, she came back to herself. How could such a little girl eat a drumstick in one bite? Even he couldn't do it!

And... He really hasn't had lunch yet. The roast chicken, which has been roasted for more than an hour, is precisely the lunch he carefully prepared for himself. It's deceiving to say that he ate a fat chicken leg in one bite.

"Uncle, can I have another bite?" Amy looks at godala with a harmless smile.

Looking at this lovely smile like a kitten, who can believe that she just ate a whole chicken leg!

Although what he said just now was his own, according to her way of eating, if he took another bite, he could only gnaw at the chicken bone.

"Well... I think your father is right. Children can't eat too much when they take the bus, otherwise they will be uncomfortable when they take the bus." Godala took the roast chicken from Amy and nodded seriously.

MEG touched his nose and held back a smile.

"Well, it's just a small bite." Amy's eyes reluctantly took back from the roast chicken, took out the ugly duckling from the bag, held it in her arms, leaned on MEG, immediately closed her eyes and went back to sleep.

Godala looked at the second sleep of Amy Leng for a moment, looked up to MEG gave a thumbs up, "your daughter, is really a genius."

"I'm flattered." MEG leaned slightly to make Amy more comfortable.

"By the way, I'm godala, a businessman from lodu. Where are you from? What are you doing at Eisenhower? " Godala asked, looking at MEG curiously.

The father and daughter did not look like businessmen or vagrants. Instead, they looked like wealthy people going out to hang out with a kitten of strange color.